Stressed to the maximum, inner peace needs to be recharged,
fighting with computer glitches and redoing formats gets
on even steel nerves after a while.
Walking away, grabbing a Walkman and poetry journal to ease
the strain for a little while.
Enjoying the warmth of this day, listening to baroque music
and writing stress into oblivion, sitting back for a moment
feeling inner peace slowly being restored.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem